Dixie Lynn Dwyer (10 page)

He looked her over.

“God almighty, woman, you are gorgeous.” She swallowed hard as Carl placed his hands on her hips from behind her. Richie took his eyes off her for one moment to lift up his shirt and remove it. He quickly undid his pants and stepped out of them. She looked him over as Carl kissed her neck, and she reached up to hold Carl’s face closer to her skin.

“Nice and easy, baby. Nothing but your two men loving you,” Carl whispered then pressed his fingers under the small strap of her thong panties and pushed them down.

Richie stared at her belly ring. He ran his thumb over the body jewelry then smiled down at her. She was a tiny little thing. Like some pixie doll with long, flowing red hair, plump red lips, huge blue eyes, and a glow that told him he would never be the same once he was ultimately submerged in her.

He took her hand and led her to the shower.

Juliet hesitated a moment as she looked up into his eyes. He cupped her cheek. “We’ll take care of you.”

* * * *

Carl watched as she leaned back and let the water spray over her. Her eyes were closed. Her firm, large breasts pushed forward as she lifted her arms to run her fingers through her hair. He reached for the soap, and Richie reached for the shampoo. Together they bathed her. Carl paid extra attention to her breasts then her belly as Richie helped to rinse the shampoo and then conditioner from her hair. Carl heard her soft purr, and when he glanced up, he saw Richie massaging her scalp and kissing her neck. He glided soapy fingers from her calves up to the V between her thighs. He paused the moment he saw the red marks. They looked like finger marks, and his gut clenched.

He took a deep breath and moved upward, caressing gently over her skin. When her hand came down over his, he stared up at her. Richie wrapped his arm around her waist as he finished washing the conditioner from her hair.

“Feel me, baby. Feel my fingers, my hands touching you.”

She swallowed hard. He saw the movement in her throat, her blue eyes wide with reservations.
That fucking bastard did this to her.
Robert Sinclair was a dead man.

He eased his fingers upward, and as he touched her pussy, he felt her legs begin to shake.

Gently, he began to lift her foot up to rest on his bent thigh when Richie cupped her breasts, pulling her back against his chest so Carl could gain better access to her. “Easy, baby. I love hearing you purr.”

Carl eased a finger up into her as he continued to caress her inner thigh.

“So pretty and pink, and yeah, wet for us, aren’t you, Juliet?”

“Oh, oh please, Carl, I need.”

“We know what you need, darling. We’ve got you now,” Richie stated.

Carl leaned forward and licked across her folds as he pumped his finger a little faster. He was feasting on her as the water flowed over his head. He closed his eyes, and licked and sucked at her flesh. Her taste was all consuming. She wiggled beneath his ministrations then gripped his head, pressing it harder to her body as she screamed her release.

He continued to lick her and pressed a second finger to her pussy while Richie pinched and pulled on her breasts.

Carl was looking up at her, his goddess, when their gazes locked, her lips parted, and she smiled.

His heart soared, and his cock stirred with need.

“I want you now.”

In one fluid motion he stood up, lifted her, and impaled her on his cock.

She moaned, and gripped his shoulders as he latched his mouth on to her breast. It was level with his face. In and out he pumped his hips, pressed her against the wall, and pounded into her. She grabbed at his skin, the water cascaded over them, and she thrust right back at him. He felt her lips, teeth, and tongue against his skin.

“So fucking tight, baby, you feel so good.”

“More, Carl, harder. I need it.”

He gave her what she wanted. He thrust his hips and grabbed hold of her ass, parting her cheeks as he pressed her body harder against the tiled wall. Her legs locked around his hips. She held him tight, and he felt her muscles gripping him. The small quakes and vibrations around his oversensitive cock sent him flying out of control.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” He raised his voice and she screamed her release as he pumped two more times then exploded inside of her.

He hugged her to him, and she hugged him back, kissing his neck, his face, and then his mouth. They calmed their breathing until he saw her look to the side of them. Carl turned that way, and there stood Richie, holding a towel and staring at their woman with very hungry eyes.

* * * *

Richie held the towel as Juliet walked into his arms. He wrapped her in the fluffy fabric and lifted her up to carry her out of the bathroom.

“Okay?” he asked her, and she smiled then reached up to press her dainty fingers against his cheek.

“Make love to me, Richie,” she whispered.

He smiled down at her, wanting, needing to be inside of her so badly he ached.

“That’s my plan, sweetness.” He leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth. He had all intentions of drying her body, then her hair, but that flew out of the window as she plunged her tongue between his lips and began to feast on his mouth. The towels were gone. Their naked bodies locked together as he lowered her to the bed.

She moaned against his mouth as her back hit the comforter. He pulled his mouth from hers and licked along her neck, her shoulder, then down to her plump breasts.

“So sexy and beautiful. You’re gorgeous, Juliet. So fucking gorgeous,” he stated, hearing his own voice shake with need and the sincerity of his words. He adored her already. He would never let her go, and the realization struck him hard. He rested his cheek against her breasts and breathed in her scent, the softness of her skin, and the feminine, petite feel of her beneath his large body. Her fingers moved through his crew-cut hair, down his neck to his shoulders, and he felt her thrust her hips upward.

“Richie, please,” she begged of him. He licked her skin then lifted up to make a pathway down her belly. In a daze, he tasted every inch of her, feasted on her belly button, and used his tongue to tickle her skin as he played with her body jewelry.

She moaned and lifted her thighs higher, parting her pussy for him to feast upon.

He stared it at and at the red marks that he prayed would be gone by morning. The fucking piece of crap was a dead man.

He inhaled, calmed his breathing, and focused on his woman. Tomorrow was a different story.

He used his fingers to part her pussy lips, and she moaned as she slid back and forth ever so slightly. She was wet, her pussy glistened with her cream, and he needed to taste her.

He pressed a finger up into her pussy as he used his shoulders to open her thighs wider. She was tiny, and he wanted to encase her in his masculinity and destroy all her fears.

Swiping his tongue along her pussy lips, he removed his finger and delved into her femininity. With every stroke and plunge of his tongue he felt the tiny quakes and pushed her until she was shaking, pleading, wiggling under his ministrations. “Richie!” She screamed his name and grabbed hold of his shoulders. He rose up and watched her expression. It destroyed his ability to go slowly.

“For crying out loud, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” He aligned his cock with her wet folds and plunged forward to the hilt.

He held her hips, eyes closed, everything tightened.

I’m in heaven.

* * * *

Juliet had never felt so aroused, so completely out of control in her life. She wanted every bit of Carl and Richie she could get. She couldn’t comprehend the connection she felt to them and the full, complete feeling she had when one of them was inside of her.

Richie’s eyes bore into hers. He held her gaze as he thrust his thick, hard cock into her channel. He was so big, so thick and hard she thought he could tear the walls of her pussy. But they were so incredibly sexy, and she was so utterly turned on that her body compensated. She was wet, needy, and hungry for more. Juliet wrapped her arms around his shoulders, absorbing Richie’s muscles and each ridge of pure stone under flesh.

“Yes, harder, oh God. I’m coming, Richie, I’m coming.”

He increased his thrusts and covered her mouth with his own until he exploded inside of her as she combusted around him. They released lips to breathe, and he pressed her deeper into the mattress as she kissed his neck then his shoulder as sedation began to set in.

Alexa awoke, startled and aware immediately that Michael wasn’t in bed. She glanced to the side and saw Chad sleeping peacefully, the sheet half covering his delectable ass. The man had an exquisite body on him. She took a deep breath and thought about Juliet. She had heard from Michael and Chad that the video of the guy, Robert, bothering Juliet was intense. They described the fear they saw in Juliet’s eyes and the power this man had over her. It gave Alexa the chills. She picked up Chad’s shirt and tossed it on then eased her way out of bed. She could tell earlier that Michael was uneasy. He had made love to her with intensity and strength. She felt the difference in him and knew that bad thoughts were running through his head. He was more than likely reliving the day that Solandro Cruz attempted to abduct her and kill her.

As she made her way out of the bedroom and down the hallway, she noticed the office door they usually kept closed and locked was open. She slowly approached. She had been told not to enter this room, but in an emergency like a home invasion or an attack, she was to lock herself in here and press a certain button on the side of the wall. Both men were firm about the instructions.

She swallowed hard, listening carefully.

“What are you doing up?” Michael’s voice startled her, and she gasped and covered her mouth.

He was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I was worried about you,” she whispered, looking up toward him and that stern expression that told her he was in serious mode.

He gave her a look that made her entire body hum with awareness of his masculinity and male dominance. He took her hand and led her into the room she was forbidden to enter. She was disappointed with what she saw. Computers, a wall filled with flat-screen television sets that held images of documents, mug shots of four men she didn’t recognize, and one of Robert Sinclair.

He appeared possessed.

Michael leaned against his desk and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“What are you, doing up?” she whispered as his eyes looked her over. It made her pussy clench and her nipples harden. He had to see them through the shirt she wore.

“I couldn’t sleep. Not knowing that these assholes were out there and looking to take my friend’s woman…I know how that feels, and it worries me.”

She swallowed hard. Michael was a caring, compassionate man. Carl and Richie were good friends, fellow soldiers, and there was a special bond between all of them.

She slowly walked closer to him. She reached out to caress his arm, and he stared down at her with the same intensity as earlier.

“You’re a good man, Michael, a good friend.” She reached under his shirt to spread her hands against his skin. She wanted to feel his muscles. She wanted him inside of her.

“I found some useful information on these two assholes. I’m going to wait a few hours before I call Carl and Richie. I’m sure they’re busy trying to keep Juliet calm.”

She continued to massage his chest underneath his shirt.

“I’m worried about her. She was so frightened. She cares about Carl and Richie. She’s been avoiding them for so long. She’s afraid that they’ll get hurt because of her.”

“She has to trust them. They’re powerful, resourceful men, and they’re her protectors now.”

In an instant, she was lifted into his arms and pressed against the wall behind her.

“These men are bad and dangerous. But we’re more dangerous than any of them know.” He pressed his mouth over hers and devoured her moans.

She felt him push his pants down then she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance a moment before he plunged up into her.

He was grabbing at her body, needing to penetrate her as deeply as possible to possess her. She kissed him back, ran her fingers over every inch of him she could while he pounded into her thrust after thrust.

His face was against her neck. She felt his teeth drag across her sensitive skin as she exploded around him.

He continued to thrust and penetrate her deeper until he lost control and shot his seed deep into her womb. He grabbed her face between his hands as his forearms rested over her shoulders against the wall and his lower body held her to the wall behind her.

“I love you, Alexa. I fucking love you so much it makes me insane.” He kissed her, and she held him to her, waiting for him to release her lips so she could tell him that she loved him as well.

* * * *

Juliet awoke encased in warmth. The two extra-large male bodies sandwiched her between them, making her feel cocooned and protected. She was shocked that she hadn’t had any nightmares, but then again, the three of them hadn’t fallen asleep until nearly 5:00 a.m.